A day to celebrate! DOMA is dead!

June 26, 2013

Obviously I was upset yesterday. And sure, I should probably write about the pain flare I had last night while I was sleeping. But I just can’t. Today is too great a day to dwell on anything bad!

For those who don’t know. The U.S. Supreme Court ruled today that DOMA is unconstitutional, and it also ruled that Prop 8 had no standing. In English, the Defense of Marriage Act is dead, which means the federal government will now recognize same-sex marriages performed in the states where they are legal. The Proposition 8 ruling means that same-sex marriage is now legal in CA.

When I was younger, I just assumed that if I grew up and fell in love with a man then I’d get married, and if I fell in love with a woman we’d live together. That was it. Then in 2004, same-sex marriages started taking place in my home state of Massachusetts and everything changed. Suddenly, I could marry a woman! For some people this had an immediate affect. Since I was single, I wasn’t about to get married, but it still changed my attitude and also others’ perceptions of me. After all, if we’re equal enough to get married, maybe we’re just plain equal.

Even with more and more states recognizing same-sex marriages, the federal government did not. This affected taxes, inheritances, hospital visitation rights, health insurance, immigration, and so many other issues. I felt the inequality myself. I saw it affecting my married friends.

Today that changed. After days, months, years of waiting, we finally had the answer: the Supreme Court ruled that the federal government must recognize all marriages equally, just like it had before DOMA was created. I felt the initial excitement: WE WON! And then it started to sink in. I started to feel it. We won equality. We won rights. We were going to be treated the same as everyone else. I watched my Facebook and Twitter feeds fill up with the excitement. I saw the occasional detractor and dismissed them entirely. They’re falling behind the times. I have no doubt that one day soon, same-sex marriage will be legal throughout the country. The dominoes are falling. The objectors are realizing they have no valid points. The general public is realizing that if they’re straight, this really doesn’t affect them directly at all. And soon this will just be another embarrassing part of history.

I usually make an effort to write only about chronic illness-related issues but, well, this is my blog so I can write whatever the hell I want, right? And today I really can’t write about anything else. It’s too great a day.

7 Comments | Educating, Expectations, Milestones, Politics, Raves, Relationships: Family & Friends & Dating & Sex | Permalink
Posted by chronicrants

I’m tired of defending myself against bigots

June 25, 2013

The disability insurance company is trying to prove I’m not really too sick to work. Social security is trying to prove the same thing. My sister apparently has similar thoughts. Medicaid is doing the same thing. And many doctors over the years have thought it was all in my head or that I was exaggerating.

So many people, more than I want to think about, seem to think that I’m not doing enough to get better. They think I should be seeing different doctors and taking magic pills so that I’ll be perfectly healthy.

The Supreme Court is due to hand down decisions on Prop 8 and DOMA this week. These two cases regarding same-sex marriage will change the lives of many people close to me. They will change my life too. If same-sex marriage becomes more commonplace in the US, people will become more accepting of it. I have no doubt of that. And that would make things so much easier.

Even within the LGBT community, so many people say that bisexuality doesn’t exist. Bisexuals aren’t real. They talk about “gay marriage” as if same-sex marriage only affects the gay and lesbian communities.

For the first time in a long time, someone said an anti-semitic slur to me today.

Strangers seem to think it’s ok to call me “honey” or “sweetie” in a diminutive way. People often assume I’m not good with math or with computers. They assume I can figure things out in logical ways. When I get upset, people have suggested that it’s “just my hormones.” They make it clear that my thoughts, feelings, and abilities are less valid to them because I am a woman.

I’m so tired of defending who I am. I am me. That’s it. End of story. So if you have a problem with people with chronic illnesses, or with bisexuals or Jews or women, or with a member of any other minority group, you should think about what’s wrong with you that you think you have to be better than everyone else. Then take your nasty thoughts and keep them to yourself.

4 Comments | Educating, Expectations, Frustration, Insensitive, Rants | Permalink
Posted by chronicrants

An experiment in dating

June 22, 2013

Over a year ago, I decided to stop dating. It was just too difficult to makes dates for things I could do and then not have to cancel. I couldn’t go hiking or take a walk on a hot day, and even eating out was difficult because of my food allergies. So often I didn’t feel well enough, so I canceled. It was just too hard, so I decided to stop for a while.

A few weeks ago I felt like I really wanted to date again. I want to be in a relationship, and that’s really unlikely to happen if I’m not dating. This time around I knew I had to disclose my health problems at the start, and if the person couldn’t handle it, better that I know that right away. That doesn’t make dating easy, but it makes it easier. I figured I’d give it a try the next time there was an opportunity. And this week there was an opportunity.

A long time ago I had exchanged emails with someone I met on a personal finance web site. This week he contacted me and asked if I wanted to go out. I took a breath and said yes. I told him I wouldn’t know if I was free today until the day before, and he was ok with setting things up then. Since I felt ok yesterday, I made a date for today, and planned something simple. It was tiring, but I did it. During the date, I mentioned my health stuff. I didn’t get into the details, of course, but I said that I couldn’t work because of my health and I mentioned my biggest symptoms. And he seemed ok with it.

I left the date feeling really good about my disclosure. Maybe he was ok with it, maybe he wasn’t, but he didn’t run away screaming. That had to be a good sign, right?

Then a little while later I got a text from him; he wants to see me again!

There won’t be another date because I’m not interested in dating him. But how wonderful that the first time I disclosed my health issues on a first date, he still wanted to see me again! Yay! I know it probably won’t always go that well, but it’s good to know that it can. Maybe I really will meet someone right for me one day. The only way I’ll know is by letting them see who I really am. Today was a good start in that direction.

2 Comments | Decisions, Expectations, Milestones, Raves, Relationships: Family & Friends & Dating & Sex | Permalink
Posted by chronicrants

And the insurance nightmare continues to wreak havoc with my life

June 19, 2013

I haven’t updated you on the insurance nightmare in a while. Sorry about that. I guess I’ve been trying to ignore it. And now that I think of it, it’s funny that I chose to describe it as a “nightmare,” considering how it’s been messing with my sleep.

For those who don’t know, the short version is that I left my job a year and a half ago when my health took a nosedive and I received payments from short term disability insurance. I expected to return to work long before that ran out, but my health was worse than I’d wanted to admit to myself, so I used up STD and then applied for long term disability. LTD denied me, so I hired a lawyer and appealed. The company’s response to the appeal was due more than 4 months ago, so of course they haven’t given it to me yet.

Now that you’re caught up to everyone else, here’s the latest: I still don’t have a response. The company wanted me to see an independent medical examiner (IME) and a field investigator. If I said no, they’d deny my claim. I guess they’re still looking for some way to deny me? I don’t know. I saw the IME. I met with the investigator. Both went well, I think, but it’s hard to really know.

Of course, both appointments were horrible and exhausting. Both involved local travel. Both were long, a combined total of 4 hours split over two days. And both were incredibly stressful. What if I said the wrong thing? What if they didn’t believe me? What if they thought I seemed to healthy? I need the money, but it’s also the principle! How dare they deny my legitimate claim! Especially when so many fraudulent claims go through. It’s just so wrong! So I had to make them understand.

When the time came for each meeting, though, it wasn’t hard to be convincing. I didn’t sleep well before each one. I was pale and puffy. The stress wore me out. By the end of each meeting, I was so fatigued that I had trouble focusing. I could barely understand what was being said. By the end of the second one, I was having trouble sitting up. How observant were they? Did they notice the way I rubbed various joints while I spoke? Did they see my twitching fingers? Did they realize that I didn’t stand up to say goodbye not to be rude, but because it took too much effort? I may never know.

I’m still in wait-and-see mode. I don’t know how long they will take to respond. I hope that it’s quick, because in a month and a half I will lose my health insurance if they haven’t made a decision. I suppose that’s a story for another day. Still, it’s all part of the same thing.

So instead of hanging out with wonderful friends tonight, including the one I mentioned the other day, I am home alone. Instead of having a fantastic time (because in our 20+ years of friendship, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them and not had a fantastic time,) I’m sad and lonely. Instead of feeling bad in the usual way, I feel much worse.

I need to get healthy. I need to get healthy so I can see my friends, date, and go back to work. And so that I can find a way to change this barbaric insurance system.

2 Comments | Fatigue, Frustration, Healthcare, Isolation, Limitations, Rants | Permalink
Posted by chronicrants

« Previous Entries
Next Entries »